My wife and I talked about him for hours yesterday. When I was 16-17 years old, I used to see OJ a lot when picking up my youngest brother from elementary school. His kids attended the same school. He was a very nice guy and easily approachable. I would also see him around town driving that big white Bronco.
The Sunday of the murder, my wife and I and our 2 kids went to my in-laws for dinner. When we left the house, I wanted to drive by a project I was doing in Brentwood. I took a route that the police suspect he took from the murder scene to his house, but reversed. We drove right by the murder scene, probably within 5 minutes of it happening. The next morning, I took that route to a job I was doing and drove by the murder scene. As I made a turn in the street, I noticed hundreds of paper coffee cups, littered in the street, then crime scene tape in front of the condo. I new something bad had happened. A few hours later, It was on the news.
For over a year, my crew and I would have people drive by one of my construction sites, asking for directions to his house and the crime scene location. A good friend mine work for LAPD and he said early on that there was no way he will be convicted, and he was right. It was going to be payback for Rodney King.
During the pre-trial, a good friend of my wife was witness for Nicole Brown, saying that she was aware of several incidents where OJ beat the crap out of her and that she was very scared for her safety. She was not allowed to be involved on the main trial because they considered what she said as "here say".
OJ was on top of the world before be went off the deep end that night. He was wealthy, lived on the most desirable street in Brentwood, had a good looking wife and was considered a God at USC. People just loved him, but his world ended that fateful night. I still dream to this day that I would have been able to see him drive by me that evening and that I recognized him. I missed him by just minutes. Time to rot in hell, OJ.
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